Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand​..

You should have been an angel, it wouldve suited you​ ​My gold-leafed triptych angel, she knows just what to do​ ​In the half light of morning, in a world between the sheets​ ​I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete​ ​​ ​And I know Ill never want another lover, my sweet​ ​Can there be more in this world than the​ ​Joy of just watching you sleep? ​ ​I dont know just what to feel​ ​Wont someone tell me my loves real? ​ ​​ ​Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand​ ​Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land? ​ ​Will the sun shine all sweetness and light​ ​Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite? ​ ​Im on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high​ ​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​ ​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​ ​I dont know how to stop, and its a​ ​Long, long, long, long way down​ ​​ ​Shes all that ever mattered, and all that ever will​ ​My cup, it runneth over, Ill never get my fill​ ​The boats in the harbour, slip from their chains​ ​Head for new horizons, lets do the same​ ​Im on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high​ ​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​ ​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​ ​I dont know how to stop, and its a tightrope baby​ ​Nine miles high​ ​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​ ​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​ ​I dont know how to stop, and its a​ ​Long, long, long, long way down Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard